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22 pounds, but this was more than 25 years ago when I was in junior high and high school, when the bunker in Western Long Island Sound were thick as molasses, we'd get blitzes of fish that were crazy - many times filled the boat with fish from 18-22 pounds on plugs -- pencils, wind cheaters, goo-goo eyes -- metal -- big krockodile spoons -- swimmers -- big rapalas -- and bunker.
It was the type of blitz that would last for hours on end, where all the boats would be overloaded with blues, fish chasing bait onto the beach, you'd get home and your clothes would be caked with bunker blood and scales, bluefish blood and scales ... it was awesome and a real blood bath. We ate bluefish three to four times a week, as my poor mother had a freezer full of fish that she never really liked but probably didn't want to upset her son who was so proud of his catch.
When your 13-17, you don't really care and it's awesome. There was always the occassional 30 pound bass that was hanging around and ate someones chunk.
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